In Our Sights

Page 1, Why do we allow people to hurt one another? Why do we not intervene? Stop the fight before it goes too far...
We watch in silence as the cackles roar. The victim is hurt... the victim chose death.
Think about it.

We observe the young girl

Sitting on her bar stool

Looking into dreams in which are cruel

For no one else sees but us two here, as her eyes gaze in to

her own sacred duel,

Her lonely dreams which no one can see

Will die in her- her astound seed.

And those who do see do not allow

light, for their only goal is to torture her plight during their prowl.